Weekend was a scout campout. My kid's troop hosting candidate Webelos. Supposed to be an easy opportunity to help out the next batch of kids with their knife and fire stuff and score some achievements toward his own rank advancement. Kiddo did nothing scout related unless coerced. They put him in a tent with me since no other scout wanted him. I slept on the ground with him for two nights. Came home with a twinge in my back and a lot of mystery bruises. Meanwhile wife cleaned scout kid's room and found all his moldy food, and contraband stolen from the siblings, and we had a night that was all about that.

So it was nice to get out on a ride this morning, but it wasn't really long enough to cope with this s---